I need to learn to listen to my body. I knew something had been wrong leading up to my unexpected surgery last week. Since then my symptoms have been worse. After talking to my doctor about my current concerns he insisted that I come in today and not wait the extra week for my follow up. I was hesitant because I sensed what was to come. He wanted to put me in the stinkin’ hospital again. My poor monsters had a hard enough time with me being away last week and have all been attached to my hip since then. I so don’t want to put them through this again. Much less adding additional stress to my husband and my mom. After having to take on all of my daily task for the last week. I know they are exhausted and to be quite honest, I miss taking care of my family.

After a test he finally reluctantly decided to give me another week to see if things change. I have always been a slow healer. Maybe another week will mean all the difference in the world for me! My biggest concern is that he has never had this happen to a patient before. Which left me feeling beyond baffled. Unfortunately if things haven’t changed by next week I have to prepare myself to be admitted then and the fact that I will then require another surgery to fix a very big problem.

Thankfully I hadn’t gone to my appointment alone. Matt took off a half day so that he could be there. But when we arrived Bitty had finally fell asleep for a much needed nap. So he waited in the car with her. I didn’t expect his reaction to the news. He is usually my support when I am weak. He’s always got the right amount of PMA to pick me up when I need it. This is one of the rare occasions I got to return the favor. He never deals well when I have serious medical issues. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t worry me more seeing the panic in his eyes. I realize this is a big deal. Especially when I see how worried my love is. But I also know with our faith, each other, all the love we have packed into this house, and the support system we have around us we will be just fine.

Then as we were almost home we saw this amazing fella walking down I-35 pretty close to our subdivision. How can I possibly feel sorry for myself seeing this man bearing such a large cross like it was nothing? So we wait a week. Pray for the healing I need to avoid another surgery. And know whatever God throws my way next week I will continue to hold on to the faith I have in him to guide me through it.

I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.

Wish upon stars? Most people do. Maybe I am one of the rare that doesn’t. Half the time I can’t tell if it’s a shooting star or a stinkin’ airplane! Why waste a wish on that?

I’m more of a wishing upon a dandelion kinda gal. At least when I do make my wish it’s during the day, so I can be sure of what it is and not confuse it with, oh say an airplane! Sometimes I even get lucky and find another lovely dandelion close by.

Beyond just how I make a wish, I guess I really don’t mind being different. I have no problem going down the road less traveled. Being different than most works. I get to be me!

I try to instill that value in our monsters. Don’t let what others do in their life control the way you really are! Be unique. Be YOU! Search for your dandelions instead of everyone else’s stars. After all, you may miss something with your head stuck in the clouds. Some may look at a dandelion and only see a weed. I however see much more!

Today feels like it has been full of set backs in my healing process. I have been frustrated to no end. I realize my surgery was only two days ago, but I really didn’t expect to feel so horrible for this long. I refuse to feel sorry for myself though. I know it could be so much worse and while it was unexpected, it was a much needed operation. So I will continue to hold on to my faith & keep on praying. I’ve got this!

My monsters didn’t have school today. So I’ve had extra time with each of them. They know I am in pain and each of them have been so concerned and been so gentle around me. Okay, so Bitty hasn’t quite grasped that concept. But it hasn’t kept her away from me and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Buggie woke up and sang a “Saturday” song to me. The girls have been taking turns fixing my hair for me. And after my shower my husband even brushed my hair and put it in a pony for me. I’ve been so stinkin weak today. Mom has been back and forth checking on me. Making sure my cup is never empty since I haven’t done well in the eating department. Budah & his friend even ran an errand for me in between their skate sesh. Matt & Maw-Maw have been doing an amazing job keeping up with this house of chaos, even if they don’t think they have, I know better!

I know I say it a lot, but I truly have never felt so blessed. There is always something to be thankful for. There are such special gifts in life beyond material items. And I have been feeling those precious gifts from my family & friends through their endless concern and daily prayers for a speedy recovery. It is all of these kind words & endless support that are keeping me strong. I know tomorrow can only be a better day. Eventually this will be a faded memory. Until then I will just be the strong lady I was raised to be. Maybe I should be thankful for this rare moment to stay still and let someone else take care of me!

Now for some snuggle time with my lil Bitty that just came through my bedroom door with the biggest smile!